Текст и перевод песни Zapresic Boys - Opijen Tribinama
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Opijen Tribinama
Drunk on the Stands
Lutam
gradom,
u
zraku
osjeća
se
I
wander
through
the
city,
madness
in
the
air,
Ludilo,
što
danima
nas
trese.
The
craziness
that
has
been
shaking
us
for
days.
Sve
te
brige,
ništa
važno
nije
All
those
worries,
nothing
matters
anymore
Jer
se
bliži
taj
trenutak,
Because
that
moment
is
approaching,
Kad
naš
mali
kutak,
When
our
little
corner
of
the
universe,
Svemira
te
zove
glasnije.
Calls
to
you
louder.
Vjeruj
nema
do
osjećaja
Trust
me,
there
is
no
greater
feeling
Kad
si
opijen
tribinama
Than
when
you
are
drunk
on
the
stands,
Ista
krv
tu
spaja
sve
The
same
blood
connects
us
all,
Vrela
dok
se
strasti
bude.
Boiling
as
the
passion
rages.
Ista
suza
nam
pada
na
dlan
The
same
tear
falls
on
our
palms,
Htjela
bi
ukrast
predivan
san
Wishing
to
steal
a
beautiful
dream,
U
njemu
ista
priča
je
The
same
story
in
it,
Hrvatska
ide
i
ne
staje.
Croatia
marches
on
and
never
stops.
Tvoja
snaga,
leži
tu
u
nama
Your
strength
lies
here
within
us,
Ne
ti
nikad,
nećeš
biti
sama.
You
will
never
be
alone.
Od
imena
njenog
u
srcu
steže
From
her
name
it
tightens
in
the
heart,
Od
prvoga
dana
ta
ljubav
nas
veže.
From
the
first
day
that
love
binds
us.
Oduvijek
i
zauvijek.
Forever
and
ever.
Vjeruj
nema
do
osjećaja
Trust
me,
there
is
no
greater
feeling
Kad
si
opijen
tribinama
Than
when
you
are
drunk
on
the
stands,
Ista
krv
tu
spaja
sve
The
same
blood
connects
us
all,
Vrela
dok
se
strasti
bude.
Boiling
as
the
passion
rages.
Ista
suza
nam
pada
na
dlan
The
same
tear
falls
on
our
palms,
Htjela
bi
ukrast
predivan
san
Wishing
to
steal
a
beautiful
dream,
U
njemu
ista
priča
je
The
same
story
in
it,
Hrvatska
ide
i
ne
staje.
Croatia
marches
on
and
never
stops.
Vjeruj
nema
do
osjećaja
Trust
me,
there
is
no
greater
feeling
Kad
si
opijen
tribinama
Than
when
you
are
drunk
on
the
stands,
Ista
krv
tu
spaja
sve
The
same
blood
connects
us
all,
Vrela
dok
se
strasti
bude.
Boiling
as
the
passion
rages.
Ista
suza
nam
pada
na
dlan
The
same
tear
falls
on
our
palms,
Htjela
bi
ukrast
predivan
san
Wishing
to
steal
a
beautiful
dream,
U
njemu
ista
priča
je
The
same
story
in
it,
Hrvatska
ide
i
ne
staje.
Croatia
marches
on
and
never
stops.
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Авторы: Bojan Salamon, Marko Novosel, Zdeslav Klaric
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